Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Syria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ponytail to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Prince Buster,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Christie,
The New Christs,
Theoretical Girls,
Ten City,
Johnny Clarke,
Heaven 17,
Suicide,
Unrelated Segments,
KRS-One,
Godley & Creme,
Charles Mingus,
Rufus Thomas,
Albert Ayler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marvin Gaye,
The Neon Judgement,
Max Romeo,
The Monks,
Banda Bassotti,
Stetsasonic,
Tears for Fears,
Little Man,
Flipper,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neil Young,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fall,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Walker Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
UT,
The Golliwogs,
The Toasters,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Grass Roots,
Public Enemy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Main Source,
Monks,
Joensuu 1685,
Soft Cell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mo-Dettes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Womack,
Camberwell Now,
Cheater Slicks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Misunderstood,
The Smoke,
Nik Kershaw,
Sam Rivers,
F. McDonald,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.